Pop Shit

  Cash me in, color me up, give me my 15 minutes so I can sell them for smokes. Compared to the fucks I found yesterday, I have been doing an absolutely horrible, quarter-assed job of selling this plog out. I feel like a hooker with a heart of gold on her period—I know there’s […]

They can put a man on the Moon and a vagina on a man, but they can't cure the common cold. Then again, they still haven't put a vagina on the Moon, so I guess there's a couple more steps to go.